This is the first fanfiction I have written in third person POV, and I may change it to first person occasionally. The first part will confuse you, just ignore it.

A/Ns:
1. Tom Riddle is a sixth year, a year AFTER the basilik and the year BEFORE the summer he kills his father. So he doesn't have Gaunt's stone yet.
2. In this fic, the 17 years later epilogue at the end of DH NEVER happened, it starts off during the time Harry is at Hogwarts at the end, fighting Voldemort.

Hogwarts Great Hall :: Harry's Sixth Year :: Monday 7:47 A.M.

Harry put his hand on his mouth and stifled a yawn. Next to him, Ron was scanning over Potions notes for their exam today while attempting to swallow his bacon. Hermione was scanning The Daily Prophet, looking for any notice of Voldemort's whereabouts.

"Anything new?" He asked Hermione. Hermione put the paper on the table and sighed.

"Voldemort's been sighted in London. Killed Seraphine Courtois. A Healer at St. Mungo's," she said.

"What'd Voldemort want with a Healer?" asked Ginny, sitting down beside Hermione.

"I don't know. He killed her personally, I think/ She wasn't even in the Order" Hermione said. Harry looked over at the staff table. Dumbledore's chair was empty. He was absent again. He would have known what Voldemort would have wanted with a Healer, one that wasn't probably even in the Order. He returned to his toast, spreading jam on it slowly. He heard a flurry of wings above him. The owls were in again. He scanned them, searching for Hedwig. Seraphine Courtier never entered his thoughts again.

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Hogwarts :: Supposed to be Harry's Seventh Year :: Day Unknown. Day of Battle at Hogwarts

Ginny raced through the hallways of Hogwarts. Harry. Where was Harry? Was he dead? Was he alive? Had he killed Voldemort. Her feet rapped against the stone floor, occasionally jumping over a dead or immobile body. All these people - her friends and enemies - so many were dead. She heard cheers coming from somewhere. The Great Hall? Dammit, what was happening?

"Aha!" Said a voice behind her. Ginny didn't stop running; she turned her head to see who saw her. A Death Eater - she couldn't recognize him, or her - was standing, pointing his/her wand at Ginny. No! I need to find Harry! The figure raised his/her wand.

"No!" yelled Ginny. She heard gasps and screams around her, but not because of her.

The last thing she remembered before she hit the ground was a jet of light. Green, maybe?

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Hospital Wing :: Tom M. Riddle's Sixth Year :: Saturday, September 6th

Nothing. Ginny felt nothing when she came to near consciousness. No pain. Not even any numbness or nausea. She was dead. She had to be dead. Ginny lay, with her eyes shut.

"Riddle found her at the side of the lake, he said," said a familiar voice somewhere around Ginny. Where was she? Her eyes were still shut, and she seemed to be lying on something soft. A bed? . Harry? Where's Harry?, she thought desperately.

"She kept muttering that, too. Always the same thing, according to Riddle. 'Harry Potter, Harry Potter,'" said the familiar, squeaky voice. Dumbledore's? No, it couldn't be. Dumbledore was dead, and his voice wasn't so high pitched. Had she said Harry's name aloud? Harry...Pain and nostalgia overcame her senses, washing over her.

"Strange, strange," said another, slightly feeble voice above her. Who was it? The pain slowly started to ebb away. Perhaps she wasn't dead, if she was feeling pain.

"She's awake, you know," said another familiar voice. Dumbledore. It sounded exactly like Dumbledore. Ginny snapped open her eyes. Three wizards stood at the side of her bed. Her eyes flickered across the room. She was in the Hospital Wing, yet it looked slightly different somehow. Her eyes shifted to the wizards by her side. An old, white haired wizard stood closest to her. He had a long white beard and hair. Who was he? He didn't seem to work for the Ministry? More importantly, where was Harry? Next to him was Professor Flitwick, short as ever. And on the other side...Dumbledore. It had to be Dumbledore. This Dumbledore looked younger, however. A shorter beard, and his hair was not white, but brownish and shorter. Ginny blinked.

"Am I dead?" She thought aloud. The three wizards chuckled. Ginny blinked again. She was dead, wasn't she? If Dumbledore was here.

"No, of course not," said the young Dumbledore. It couldn't really be Dumbledore...his nephew? Identical twin?

"But you like just like Dumbledore?!" Ginny blurted out. The young Dumbledore smiled.

"I am Albus Dumbledore," said the young Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. Ginny's mouth stayed open in disbelief. Dumbledore is dead! Ginny looked around the ward curiously. Everything looked fairly normal. The beds and everything were just like Ginny remembered them. But shouldn't it be crowded? Because of all the injured people from the battle...say...Flitwick looked pretty young too. His salt-and-pepper hair was black, his skin smooth and tan.

"What brings you to Hogwarts?" asked the feeble elder wizard. Ginny blinked. Didn't they know she went to school here? The hospital ward was empty. What happened to all the injured from the battle? Something's wrong...For a second, Ginny was paralyzed with an iridescent fear. Was she the only one left?

"Oh, Armando," said the young Dumbledore cheerfully, "this is our young transfer from Beauxbatons. Seraphine Courtois. You received a letter from her former headmaster yesterday. She came here in late June, remember?" Seraphine Courtois?! Where have I heard that before?! What the hell is Dumbledore saying? (A/N: Courtois is pronounced Cour-twah, and Ginny doesn't remember the name)

"Ah, this is?" The wizard - Armando - stared at Ginny curiously through his glasses. "You are Miss Courtois?"

"No..." said Ginny quickly. Wait? Shouldn't I just go along with what Dumbledore is saying? "I mean, yes," said Ginny uncertainly. What the bloody hell was going on?

"Yes, it is," said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. Ginny stared at him questioningly, but he said nothing. "You'll start your sixth year on Monday I presume?"

"Monday?!" asked Ginny. Sixth year? She was seventeen! Wasn't the school year over? Where were all the Death Eaters? Where was Madam Pomfrey? Ginny cleared her throat. "Er, Professor? What day is it?"

"Saturday, September 6th," chirped Flitwick. Man, his voice is squeakier than normal.

"What?! I've been out for three months?!" Ginny half-yelled.

"No, I suppose not," said Armando. "I am Armando Dippet, the headmaster of Hogwarts. You must have only been out for a few days. One of our prefects found you by the lake. You must have passed out after your long trip."

"Headmaster? You're headmaster?!" Ginny said, without realizing it was a bit too loud. And rude. A bit. She lowered her voice, "Sorry...what-, what year is it?"

"1943," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half moon glasses. 1943?! Ginny's shock showed on her face. She'd been sent back in time? But how? Why? Tears started surfacing in her eyes. No no Ginny, don't cry! For God's sake, it will be alright, she tried to reassure herself.

"You're obviously not thinking quite straightly, we'll leave you to rest," said Flitwick. He looked at Dippet. "Shall we call Madam Millikan?"

Madam Millikan?! Is she the nurse now? Ginny thought....1943...why that was probably during Voldemort's time. She shuddered as she remembered the diary. He'd been a fifth year in March 1943 she remembered. He's a sixth year now? More importantly, how and why had she been sent back in time?! Was there some reason to it? How was she going to get back? Tears sprang to her eyes. How would she get back to Harry? She looked up at Dumbledore.

"Sorry, Professor, there has been a mistake. I'm not Seraphine Courtois. I'm from 1996, not 1943. My name is Ginny Weasley, Professor, and I have no idea how I got here!" Ginny said tearfully. Flitwick glanced at Dippet. They'd help her, wouldn't they? If she wasn't really dead?

"Time travel?" Flitwick asked uncertainly. Ginny shrugged.

"Well, obviously Miss Courtois is not feeling well. Perhaps she is imagining things. I'll wait for Madam Millikan," said Dumbledore. Ginny's mouth dropped open. Why wasn't Dumbledore helping her? Shouldn't he be on her side?

"Very well," said Dippet, moving away. He looked at Ginny. "I'll see that all your classes be arranged. Tomorrow - whenever you are feeling well - come to my office for the Sorting. Flitwick?" Flitwick's head jerked up, and silently they both walked away, leaving Ginny with Dumbledore. Ginny stared at their receding backs, waiting to speak until they had disappeared.

"Professor Dumbledore-" gushed Ginny. Dumbledore raised a hand.

"Miss Courtois, for reasons unknown you have mysteriously been sent into the past, correct?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes- How?" stumbled Ginny. He was going to help her, right?

"I do not know," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "However, time travel has been a very controversial and mysterious topic of study. I suppose that someone in the future had an important mission for you. For that reason, Dippet 'remembers' you being here in late June. As well as your classmates in Beauxbatons, who all must have Confounded to remember your presence for the past six years."

"But what?" asked Ginny. "What mission? By who?"

Dumbledore shrugged. "I do not know, Miss Courtois. I only received belongings of yours and a letter explaining everything. You are to stay at Hogwarts for all holidays, even during summer, because your parents were killed by Grindelwald in France, and I - your parents close friend - am to watch over you. Think, Miss Courtois," Dumbledore leaned in, "Why do you think someone would have chosen you to go back in time? What could you have done to change the future? Was there something you needed to stop, to do? Think hard, Miss Courtois, and you will know the answer."

Ginny thought. Tom Riddle. Obviously, someone sent her back in time to stop Tom Riddle from becoming Voldemort. What else was there in 1943? Ginny shivered, remembering the diary. Tom Riddle's diary. Only six years ago she had been tormented by him. But how would she do that? Wasn't that Harry's job? "Will I ever get back to my time?"

Dumbledore looked at her carefully. "I do not know," he said softly, "Perhaps not."

Ginny felt pain consume her. Luna, Neville, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, all her brothers...Harry...she wouldn't see them again. Something wet rolled down her cheek. Her breathing got shallower. Harry. She would never again see Harry. An image flashed through her mind: Harry, struggling, dueling with Voldemort...Dumbledore looked at her sympathetically.

"I'm sure whoever sent you back knew you would be able to handle this," said Dumbledore softly. Hah...they were wrong...thought Ginny. Dumbledore moved away. "I'll leave you now, Miss Courtois. If there's anything you need we will be there. It will be alright," he said consolingly. Ginny ran a hand through her hair. She closed her fingers, staring at her hair in horror. Blonde. Her hair was blonde. She was an entirely new person now.

Ginny choked back tears, until Dumbledore was definitely out of the ward.

The last thing she remembered before falling asleep, was Harry's face. I'll never see him again..., she thought miserably.


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